Title: Is it Just About Sex Baby?
Author: Beloved
Email: belovedplank@hotmail.com
Challenge: Combined - Clark/Lex sing karaoke, and Clark and Lex are in a relationship, but each think the others only in it for the sex
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine (I wish!) and belong to WB and whoever else. The songs are also not mine, and belong to Westlife and Boyzone and whoever else. I'm not making any money off this fic so please, no-body sue me!
Rating: PG for Clark/Lex slash and kissage
Author's note: Basically, I'm just gonna pull you right into the story.
Timeline wise, I'm putting Clark and Lex together just after Jitters. Clark went over to Lex's after his grounding was over and they celebrated. Well, one thing led to another, they admitted they were attracted to each other, kissed, and ended up having sex. The dynamic of their relationship didn't change much - they're still best friends (shown in the fact that, after what happened with Earl, Clark admitted to some of his powers - his strength and speed, letting Lex assume that he was just another meteorite mutant), they just have sex to.
However, although they are in love, neither knows this, each thinking the other is only in it for the sex.
Which is where my story begins….
Clark's POV
I sighed, and snuggled closer to the gorgeous bald guy beside me. I was clam and comfortable, for once even bordering on happy. I had just had a round of brilliant, mind-blowing sex with my rich and sexy best friend - whom I happen to be in love with, so what's not to be happy about?
As my grip tightened slightly on him, Lex stirred, and moved out of my embrace. At that, my elation was immediately deflated, because, as great as the sex may be, and as in love with Lex as I am, Lex is not in love with me. It's a bit depressing really. But I don't deserve him. T's only a matter of time. I mean, he's rich, brilliant and sexy as sin - why would he want a poor, scruffy not-quite-virginal farmboy like me? He deserves better - I mean, he's *Lex Luthor*. He deserves the best. Some beautiful, tall, slim, sexy, well-endowed woman. Like Victoria. I mean, I know how upset he was when she betrayed him and slept with his father. I may hate her with a fiery passion, but I'm sure that Lex really cared about her. He's a Luthor - a fact that he never seems to tire of reminding me of. He's going to have to provide Lionel with another heir if anything. And he can't do that with a *guy* as his life-partner now can he? I mean, the only reason I think he really wanted me was because I seemed unattainable - the virginial, straight, male friend. I'm surprised I've lasted as long as I have.
On that depressing note, Clark glanced at the clock, only to see that there was less than an hour left before he had to be home.
"Oh crap! Is that the time?" Clark muttered.
Then, as quietly as he could, he sped downstairs, grabbed the plate of leftover brownies from dinner, and made Lex a cup of coffee. Assembling all this on a tray, and grabbing himself a can of cola, Clark took it all back upstairs to Lex's bedroom.
He placed the coffee on Lex's bedside, and then waved the plate full of chocolatey brownies under ex's nose as he settled back down on the bed.
Lex's POV
I breathed deeply, inhaling the heady, familiar and unique scent that was Clark Kent, my gorgeous, way-too-sexy-to-still-be-in-high-school Kansas farmboy of a best friend.
However, when Clark tightened his grip on me slightly, he pulled me out the post-coital, sleepy state that I was in, and pulled me back to reality.
You see, although I may be in love and having sex with my best friend - he is not in love with me. It's rather depressing really. But I am the first to admit that I don't deserve him I mean, he's a kind, clever, soul giving, life saving, (debauched) innocent angel who no-one in their right mind has the heart to dislike (with the exception of Witless), all wrapped up in the gorgeousness of a tall, dark and goldenly handsome Kansas farmboy. What could he have possibly done to end up with a bald freak like me? I mean, he's *Clark Kent* - the perfect son of Jonathon and Martha Kent. He deserves the town princess. Little Miss Perfect. Lana Lang. Although I may hate the shallow, conceited, self-absorbed, brainless little bitch, she's the best this town has to offer, and *she* is the one who owns Clark's heart. Not me. It's always been her. I've been second best from the very beginning - and, being a Luthor, that takes some getting used to. But I did it - to be with Clark. I'd rather settle with sex (however fabulous that may be) and being second best than risk our friendship by telling him that I love him. Especially after he confided at least some of his secret to me - in spite of our fathers.
That's another reason I think he's with me - I mean, he's a teenager (and therefore horny as hell), and will settle for me as he knows that I'm attracted to him, but there's also his father. Mr. Kent hates me so much, my theory is that Clark gets a thrill from rebelling against his father by sleeping with me - even if his father doesn't know about us.
But as soon as Lana shows any interest, I know I'm out the door. And with Witless the Jock as her current boyfriend, that may be sooner than Clark might think.
It's thoughts like that which make the latest 'offer' from my father more appealing.
Clark's POV
Lex stirred slightly (I'm guessing at the smell of the brownies), but did not wake up, so, placing my can of cola on the other bedside table, the brownies at the foot of the bed, and the tray on the floor, I placed my hand on Lex's shoulder and shook slightly.
"Lex? Lex, wake up. I brought up some brownies. And I made you coffee."
I watched appreciatively as Lex let loose a long, rather cat-like stretch, and yawned, "What time is it?"
Opening my cola and grabbing a brownie before passing ihm the plate, I took a bite before replying, "I gotta be home in just over a half hour."
The only sign of emotion he showed was raising both of his eyebrows in surprise, pausing before he bit into his own brownie to add, "Don't speak with your mouth full Clark."
Swallowing my brownie and guzzling down some cola with it, I quipped, "That's not what you said earlier."
When I saw the grin he grudgingly let loose, I gave him a triumphant smile, and added- "And don't say that! You sound like my mum! It's creepy!"
At that, I got to see and hear something very rare. Lex chuckling. My smile grew so wide I thought that my face would crack.
After his chuckles had died down, Lex picked up his coffee and wrapped his forever cold hands around the cup, looking into the dark swirling depths of the coffee like it could answer all his questions.
Inhaling another brownie with what remained of my cola, I looked at him worriedly.
"Are you OK Lex?"
He started out of his thoughts and sipped his coffee, nodding as he said, "I'm fine Clark."
I could tell that he wasn't, but I also heard the no-nonsense tone in his voice, and quickly changed the subject.
"OK then. Hey, did Lana tell you about this Friday?"
At the word 'Lana' something flashed in Lex's eyes - the same expression he got whenever Lana's name was mentioned - but it's an emotion that I have never quite been able to place.
Taking another sip of his coffee before placing the cup back on the bedside and turning back to face me, brownie in hand, and replied, "No. I've been a little busy, and I haven't seen Lana."
"Oh," I replied, surprised. I hadn't known he'd even been busy - well, busier than normal.
Bouncing slightly from my spot on the bed, I got back to the point. "Well, on Friday, at the Talon, she's gonna try a - get this - a karaoke! Can you imagine some of the people around here singing?!"
I laughed at the thought, but, when I only *just* got a smile out of Lex, I turned all of my attention back to him.
"Right Lex. I know you're not OK. What's wrong?"
Lex swallowed the last of his brownie with the remains of his coffee, and took a few deep breaths.
"Lex? Is everything OK?"
Lex looked me right in the eyes and said, "I saw my father yesterday."
My face fell. "Oh. What did *he* want?"
Lex hesitated. *That* had me very worried. I mean, he's Lex *Luthor*. He *never* hesitates.
"Lex?"
"He- he asked me to return to Metropolis again."
"Oh," I replied. "So…what did you tell him?"
Lex looked down, "He expects me back in Metropolis on Saturday."
My breath caught in my throat, and I could *feel* tears forming in my eyes.
Swallowing my pain and choking back my tears, I took a deep breath before giving him my now patented response, "OK".
Then I happened to glance at the clock, and saw that I had less than 15 minutes left. Perfect excuse to leave.
"Oh gosh is that the time? See you later Lex," I rushed out all in one breath, fleeing from the room before Lex could say anything.
I got as far as the front gate - out of sight of the security cameras, before my tears overcame me.
Clark avoided Lex for the next few days. He would not answer Lex's calls, and did not even go to the Talon in case Lex was there. He had told his parents why - that Lex was leaving town, but his father's elation in response had caused them to argue. Clark and his father were barely on speaking terms.
However, Clark could not avoid Lex forever. So, when Wednesday rolled around, Clark had no choice. He had produce to deliver to Castle Luthor.
Clark grabbed the produce from the back of the truck, and took a deep breath as he walked to the back kitchen door of the Luthor Mansion - hoping that by just dropping the produce off in the kitchen, there was a chance (however slim) of avoiding Lex.
Author: Beloved
Email: belovedplank@hotmail.com
Challenge: Combined - Clark/Lex sing karaoke, and Clark and Lex are in a relationship, but each think the others only in it for the sex
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine (I wish!) and belong to WB and whoever else. The songs are also not mine, and belong to Westlife and Boyzone and whoever else. I'm not making any money off this fic so please, no-body sue me!
Rating: PG for Clark/Lex slash and kissage
Author's note: Basically, I'm just gonna pull you right into the story.
Timeline wise, I'm putting Clark and Lex together just after Jitters. Clark went over to Lex's after his grounding was over and they celebrated. Well, one thing led to another, they admitted they were attracted to each other, kissed, and ended up having sex. The dynamic of their relationship didn't change much - they're still best friends (shown in the fact that, after what happened with Earl, Clark admitted to some of his powers - his strength and speed, letting Lex assume that he was just another meteorite mutant), they just have sex to.
However, although they are in love, neither knows this, each thinking the other is only in it for the sex.
Which is where my story begins….
Clark's POV
I sighed, and snuggled closer to the gorgeous bald guy beside me. I was clam and comfortable, for once even bordering on happy. I had just had a round of brilliant, mind-blowing sex with my rich and sexy best friend - whom I happen to be in love with, so what's not to be happy about?
As my grip tightened slightly on him, Lex stirred, and moved out of my embrace. At that, my elation was immediately deflated, because, as great as the sex may be, and as in love with Lex as I am, Lex is not in love with me. It's a bit depressing really. But I don't deserve him. T's only a matter of time. I mean, he's rich, brilliant and sexy as sin - why would he want a poor, scruffy not-quite-virginal farmboy like me? He deserves better - I mean, he's *Lex Luthor*. He deserves the best. Some beautiful, tall, slim, sexy, well-endowed woman. Like Victoria. I mean, I know how upset he was when she betrayed him and slept with his father. I may hate her with a fiery passion, but I'm sure that Lex really cared about her. He's a Luthor - a fact that he never seems to tire of reminding me of. He's going to have to provide Lionel with another heir if anything. And he can't do that with a *guy* as his life-partner now can he? I mean, the only reason I think he really wanted me was because I seemed unattainable - the virginial, straight, male friend. I'm surprised I've lasted as long as I have.
On that depressing note, Clark glanced at the clock, only to see that there was less than an hour left before he had to be home.
"Oh crap! Is that the time?" Clark muttered.
Then, as quietly as he could, he sped downstairs, grabbed the plate of leftover brownies from dinner, and made Lex a cup of coffee. Assembling all this on a tray, and grabbing himself a can of cola, Clark took it all back upstairs to Lex's bedroom.
He placed the coffee on Lex's bedside, and then waved the plate full of chocolatey brownies under ex's nose as he settled back down on the bed.
Lex's POV
I breathed deeply, inhaling the heady, familiar and unique scent that was Clark Kent, my gorgeous, way-too-sexy-to-still-be-in-high-school Kansas farmboy of a best friend.
However, when Clark tightened his grip on me slightly, he pulled me out the post-coital, sleepy state that I was in, and pulled me back to reality.
You see, although I may be in love and having sex with my best friend - he is not in love with me. It's rather depressing really. But I am the first to admit that I don't deserve him I mean, he's a kind, clever, soul giving, life saving, (debauched) innocent angel who no-one in their right mind has the heart to dislike (with the exception of Witless), all wrapped up in the gorgeousness of a tall, dark and goldenly handsome Kansas farmboy. What could he have possibly done to end up with a bald freak like me? I mean, he's *Clark Kent* - the perfect son of Jonathon and Martha Kent. He deserves the town princess. Little Miss Perfect. Lana Lang. Although I may hate the shallow, conceited, self-absorbed, brainless little bitch, she's the best this town has to offer, and *she* is the one who owns Clark's heart. Not me. It's always been her. I've been second best from the very beginning - and, being a Luthor, that takes some getting used to. But I did it - to be with Clark. I'd rather settle with sex (however fabulous that may be) and being second best than risk our friendship by telling him that I love him. Especially after he confided at least some of his secret to me - in spite of our fathers.
That's another reason I think he's with me - I mean, he's a teenager (and therefore horny as hell), and will settle for me as he knows that I'm attracted to him, but there's also his father. Mr. Kent hates me so much, my theory is that Clark gets a thrill from rebelling against his father by sleeping with me - even if his father doesn't know about us.
But as soon as Lana shows any interest, I know I'm out the door. And with Witless the Jock as her current boyfriend, that may be sooner than Clark might think.
It's thoughts like that which make the latest 'offer' from my father more appealing.
Clark's POV
Lex stirred slightly (I'm guessing at the smell of the brownies), but did not wake up, so, placing my can of cola on the other bedside table, the brownies at the foot of the bed, and the tray on the floor, I placed my hand on Lex's shoulder and shook slightly.
"Lex? Lex, wake up. I brought up some brownies. And I made you coffee."
I watched appreciatively as Lex let loose a long, rather cat-like stretch, and yawned, "What time is it?"
Opening my cola and grabbing a brownie before passing ihm the plate, I took a bite before replying, "I gotta be home in just over a half hour."
The only sign of emotion he showed was raising both of his eyebrows in surprise, pausing before he bit into his own brownie to add, "Don't speak with your mouth full Clark."
Swallowing my brownie and guzzling down some cola with it, I quipped, "That's not what you said earlier."
When I saw the grin he grudgingly let loose, I gave him a triumphant smile, and added- "And don't say that! You sound like my mum! It's creepy!"
At that, I got to see and hear something very rare. Lex chuckling. My smile grew so wide I thought that my face would crack.
After his chuckles had died down, Lex picked up his coffee and wrapped his forever cold hands around the cup, looking into the dark swirling depths of the coffee like it could answer all his questions.
Inhaling another brownie with what remained of my cola, I looked at him worriedly.
"Are you OK Lex?"
He started out of his thoughts and sipped his coffee, nodding as he said, "I'm fine Clark."
I could tell that he wasn't, but I also heard the no-nonsense tone in his voice, and quickly changed the subject.
"OK then. Hey, did Lana tell you about this Friday?"
At the word 'Lana' something flashed in Lex's eyes - the same expression he got whenever Lana's name was mentioned - but it's an emotion that I have never quite been able to place.
Taking another sip of his coffee before placing the cup back on the bedside and turning back to face me, brownie in hand, and replied, "No. I've been a little busy, and I haven't seen Lana."
"Oh," I replied, surprised. I hadn't known he'd even been busy - well, busier than normal.
Bouncing slightly from my spot on the bed, I got back to the point. "Well, on Friday, at the Talon, she's gonna try a - get this - a karaoke! Can you imagine some of the people around here singing?!"
I laughed at the thought, but, when I only *just* got a smile out of Lex, I turned all of my attention back to him.
"Right Lex. I know you're not OK. What's wrong?"
Lex swallowed the last of his brownie with the remains of his coffee, and took a few deep breaths.
"Lex? Is everything OK?"
Lex looked me right in the eyes and said, "I saw my father yesterday."
My face fell. "Oh. What did *he* want?"
Lex hesitated. *That* had me very worried. I mean, he's Lex *Luthor*. He *never* hesitates.
"Lex?"
"He- he asked me to return to Metropolis again."
"Oh," I replied. "So…what did you tell him?"
Lex looked down, "He expects me back in Metropolis on Saturday."
My breath caught in my throat, and I could *feel* tears forming in my eyes.
Swallowing my pain and choking back my tears, I took a deep breath before giving him my now patented response, "OK".
Then I happened to glance at the clock, and saw that I had less than 15 minutes left. Perfect excuse to leave.
"Oh gosh is that the time? See you later Lex," I rushed out all in one breath, fleeing from the room before Lex could say anything.
I got as far as the front gate - out of sight of the security cameras, before my tears overcame me.
Clark avoided Lex for the next few days. He would not answer Lex's calls, and did not even go to the Talon in case Lex was there. He had told his parents why - that Lex was leaving town, but his father's elation in response had caused them to argue. Clark and his father were barely on speaking terms.
However, Clark could not avoid Lex forever. So, when Wednesday rolled around, Clark had no choice. He had produce to deliver to Castle Luthor.
Clark grabbed the produce from the back of the truck, and took a deep breath as he walked to the back kitchen door of the Luthor Mansion - hoping that by just dropping the produce off in the kitchen, there was a chance (however slim) of avoiding Lex.